Someone Waits
Morning Sun to Wash My Skin,
Air So Crisp and Clear.
Musical Songs From Every Bird
Soft Laid Upon My Ear.
Bougainvilleas and Magnolias,
Beauty From Every Shore;
Upon My Face, all Heaven Placed,
I Could Not Want for More.
Yet Somewhere Someone Waits For Me,
For Whom My Heart Completes
Who Sees In Me The Birth
Of Every Moment
Their Heart Beats.
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